Jimin is 20 years old, he is the son of a rich businessman who is already on his third wife. Said wife is more that 20 years younger than his father and less than 15 years older than him.
She's hot and experienced and even though Jimin can get women...
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"He knew how he looked, he knew he was too sweaty to have been having an amicable conversation with his stepmother..."
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Jimin opened the door to his house, he knew he was late for dinner but couldn't care less. As soon as he stepped into the dining room his father averted his eyes to him. Jimin held his gaze as if daring his father to scold him for being late. Don't get him wrong, he didn't have anything against him, it only got on his nerves how his father always got what he wanted, whereas he... Well, he also got whatever he wanted at whatever time he wanted. A smirk formed on his lips and he let it linger until he sat at the table in front of his father and his current wife.
"Sweetheart," His current stepmother said in an annoyingly sweet voice. He looked at her with disinterest. "your food was getting cold so we told Jem to take your plate to the kitchen." She ended it with an over sugared smile.
He knew his stepmother was annoyed at his late appearance but... Who the fuck did she think she was? If his father wasn't saying anything on the matter she should mind her own fucking business. With another smirk he craned his neck back so that his voice would be heard from the kitchen and yelled:
"Jem! I'm home!" He knew the maid would understand that, as to him wanting his food.
"Honey." his stepmother turned to talk to her husband. "Don't you think it is a bit rude to come late for dinner?"
Okay, she was definitely getting on his nerves now.
"She's right son," His father said, looking at his son again. He seemed tired, like he didn't want to engage in a fight with his son, but apparently, he didn't want to fight with his wife either. "you should listen to your mother." He ended with a stone face. He looked drained from that day's work, so Jimin decided to spare his father for the night.
"Well, it's a good thing that Hyunah is not my mother, then." And with that, he went calmly out of the dining room, not before he showed both of them his very unique deathly smirk. He knew both of them had their eyes glued to his back while he made his way out, but instead of feeling intimidated he savoured every bit of it and tried to leave as slow as his legs would let him.
He climbed the stairs that led to his room and closed his door before slumping himself on his bed. A tingling sensation was making its way underneath his pants and a smirk started to adorn his lips once more when he reminisced what had happened just mere hours ago...
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Her moans were the only thing he could hear, they were ringing in his ears. She looked so beautiful and sexy lying sprawled on the bed beneath him. He was getting higher by the second, he swore sex was the only drug that could make him forget everything. He started to quicken his pace, thrusting inside her with more force each time. Her moans became louder and he smirked at how good he could make her feel. She would meet his hips with hers halfway with every thrust. She had her eyes closed and her face bore an expression that showed she couldn't endure the pleasure the younger was making her feel. The best thing about Hyunah was that she was on birth control, which meant that she let him come inside her. Jimin almost released right then and there with the thought of contaminating his stepmother's cavity with his own come. But luckily he had some self control and stopped himself from doing so, he would never let her know that she could make him come before she did. Jimin quickened his pace even more and felt how she tugged on his hair as she released everything she had all around him. He smirked and let escape a soft moan that the woman luckily didn't hear since she was too high from her orgasm.
